Tiptoeing around naughtiness
Tiptoeing around naughtiness
Look at that, how nice it slides
A match made in throat fuck heaven
No fear of the monster
I need a taste to be convinced
Have you met perfection?
Fabrics of fantasy in the skin of reality
I have my methods, daddy
Soft all over
Don't you just love mornings?
You came in red, you'll leave all red
What were you sniffing around, daddy?
Claim your big prize
Good thing you like sloppy seconds
You are an amazing specimen, miss